I pulled up slow, no plan, no script,
Just heart in my throat and heat on my lips.
She turned around, and time just stalled
That stare said, damn, but her body called.
“Ten-minute break,” she said real low,
Tugged my wrist, said, “You already know.”
We passed the door like it wasn’t there
Straight to the back where she used to swear.
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My back hit crates, her hands hit skin,
She kissed like war, like we’d never sinned.
She pulled me close, slid down my zip
Her voice got caught on her bottom lip.
My fingers found her soaked and hot,
She gasped, “Don’t tease.” I said, “I won’t stop.”
Bent her over the table fast,
She arched her back and pushed her ass.
I slid in slow, then gripped her waist
Her breath hitched loud, my pulse kept pace.
No talking now, just ragged air,
Nails in boxes, her teeth in hair.
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She said my name like a broken prayer,
Rode each thrust like truth laid bare.
Over and over, she clenched around,
Eyes shut tight, trying not to drown.
We moved like fire, like storms in sync,
So wet, so loud, we didn’t blink.
I came deep in her, made her scream,
And somewhere inside that messy dream
She reached into her apron, wild,
Dropped something warm in my hand, then smiled.
I looked. It shined. A gold thin thread.
Hatchet man charm. “Here,” she said.
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Now tell me that’s not love and war
Giving me that in the heat, not before.
No goodbye kiss, no tidy end
Just cum and metal, and a text she’d send.
She walked out first, no fix in sight,
I zipped up slow, throat dry and tight.
Later that night, I saw her post
New dude. Same smirk. That haunted ghost.
I messaged once. No reply.
Told her to block me. Said goodbye.
And she did. Didn’t hesitate.
Still felt like fate.
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Weeks go by. I fuck. I drink.
Still wear the charm, still overthink.
Still stroke myself when I hear her song,
Still wonder where I went so wrong.
Could’ve stayed. Could’ve held. Could’ve begged her to stay.
Could’ve said more when she slipped away.
But I bit my tongue, let pride take lead
Now I cum alone while my heart still bleeds.
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And her name?
It’s buried deep.
No longer mine.
Not even to keep.
She left town.
Changed her name.
Deleted accounts.
Killed the flame.
Dead to the world
like a ghost in the wind.
No funeral.
No grave.
Just a story that ends.
So, if you see her,
don’t say a thing.
She’s not the girl who made me sing.
She’s just a name
in a long, dark room.
Still moaning in my head
like a half-dead tune.